It Really Wasn't Planned

A homoerotic
tale by Anthony Thomas [Ant-Boy], that's not for children

Chapter Three

[If you're classified as a child in your
state please go away and come back when old enough to read about such things as
M-to-M sex, S&M practices, Water sports and all the rest. For all others –
I hope you enjoy]

`You
really do look lovely mess now,' he carried on. `Better get cleaned up and have
a rest If you want to go back to the pub tonight before we start the grind
tomorrow.'

He had
a point there. I had already realised the first couple of weeks at college
were likely to leave little, if any, free time and John and I were on different
courses anyway, not to mention he was in his second year. The newly awakened
exhibitionist side of me wanted to stay just as I was, covered in saliva and
cum it seemed from face to groin, but I knew that was impossible – well stupid
at any rate. I did agree to accept his suggestion about dressing light; he
told me the evening would, if anything, be warmer than the present afternoon,
something to do with buildings acting as storage heaters.

Come
nine o'clock I was glad to have done so, quick shower, couple of hours nap and
a meal had refreshed me but the humidity was something else, we were
experiencing an Indian summer that seemed to be going on and on. Clean white
jock to match the thin cotton rugby style shorts and ankle socks I thought
looked good with the sleeveless red T shirt and red trimmed trainers. I amazed
myself when checking on the reflection showing in my mirror. Twenty-four hours
ago I would never have dreamt of even buying such clothing to wear indoors, let
alone outside and in a gay pub where everybody could see me. Something had
happened to me and it was as if there was a new me looking intently back from
its reflection, one that had a new set of rules to play by and every intention
of enjoying the change.

John
obviously agreed when I he opened his door in reply to my knock. `You look good
enough to fuck. Hope I can soon.'

His
words sent a tingle down my spine and actually I agreed with him, it was what I
thought I wanted after all, but even so `I know I, but let's not rush it
please. Today's been quite a lot for an ignorant country boy like me to take
on board as it is.'

`Ignorant,
my arse. Going by the session we had this afternoon you're a natural, little
bit more practice and you could well be the best.'

I
couldn't stop my stupid body blushing at that remark. Blushing because
somebody told me I was good a giving a blowjob, I would never expected to hear
that from anybody and really I didn't really believe him. It was nice to hear
anyway and finished setting me up for the evening.

This
time I was much more aware of my surroundings when we entered to pub and of the
number of men who took their time looking us over. I'll admit straight away
that I liked the thought that some people found me worth at least a second look
and liked it even more when quite a few somehow meandered over to the bar where
we had managed to get stools and John was ordering, beer for himself and orange
juice for me and after a quick chat with John obtained an introduction. There
was no way I would be able to remember all their names, especially as most
somehow allowed their hands to fall on my bare knees, in some cases meandering
even further up as if to check on the quality of the material my shorts were
made off. When I made no objection apart from wriggling about to get more
comfortable one hand slipped actually under the rim and fingers half closed
over and felt round my jock strap.

`Quite
a big boy aren't you?' the owner of that hand asked. I couldn't think of a
suitable reply, just gave one of the silly embarrassed grins and tried to pull
away upon which he gripped a little harder. `Bit of a tease are you then you
little bitch?'

Even in
these few hours I'd found an enjoyment in being looked at and touched in a
sexual manner that I would never have thought possible but I hadn't intended to
tease and somehow just didn't like his manner let alone him calling me a bitch.
Yes, I knew I wanted to be used, but as a male not female so I turned my face
to his and told him to remove his hand. In response he just moved his grip to
cup my balls tightly through their enclosing jock strap, `Playing hard to get
eh!'

I
reacted without thought, the hours spent Jujitsu training took over and one arm
flashed down to grip his wrist tightly the other to his crotch pulling upward.
`I asked you nicely, now remove that hand or you'll find getting hard the least
of your problems.'

My, oh
my! I have no idea where the initiative to react like that came from but I
thought there had to be some limits whatever direction my propensities might
actually lay. I had some idea in what direction I thought such activities
would lead me if given the opportunity but one thing I was quite sure off. I
was a man and wanted to be have sex with other men, I was definitely not
female. Somehow to my mind there was a difference there even if I couldn't put
it into words.

I left
John talking to some others and moved away from the group round the bar and
over to lean on the wall next to the table we'd sat at that afternoon, now
taken by a small group. I needed some moments to recover my equilibrium, also
to decide if I was ready for things to continue. I could see John speaking to
the man I'd just told where to go and that they were both looking over toward
me, as did the rest of that little group, obviously talking about me. I'd begun
to realise John maybe had something of an ulterior motive in befriending me
but I'd no complaints so far and was mulling that fact over when I became more aware
of a hand softly running up and down my calf, slowly flexing and relaxing.
Looking down at the table I worked out it belonged to a mature looking gent, somewhere
around fifty I imagined, dressed in a smart polo style shirt and light slacks.

`You
looked a little tense, thought this might help. Do you mind?'

Actually
I didn't. For some reason his approach and demeanour made me feel immediately
more at ease unlike that other bastard who'd acted as if he owned me just
because he got his hand up my shorts and in answer I slid my body several
inches toward him and opened my legs slightly. One half of me was looking at
the other half with askance at my audacity, but the half that was opening up to
new experiences and ideas was getting turned on with the idea he might move his
hand higher in a little while and discover my rear end was bare under my
shorts. I wasn't a bitch and I didn't want to be thought of as a tease either so
knew something had to be said.

`I
don't mind at all, in fact I quite like it Sir,' the Sir just fell from my lips
without any effort. `But I wouldn't want you to get any wrong ideas. Please
don't be offended but much as I enjoy want you are doing its unlikely to go any
further than you feeling me up.'

`That's
alright lad, we seldom like to do more than watch, and maybe a little feel
around, these days don't we Stan?' He turned to the man sharing the table with
him. About the same age, but swarthy, dark haired, well built and retaining
what looked like a washboard stomach under his tight T-shirt.

`Speak
for yourself,' was Stan's reply and I think he was about to say more but just
then John came over to us carrying a tray full of pints which he shared about,
this time passing one over to me.

`Here
you are, you should be able to manage a couple of theses, can't stay on orange
juice for the rest of your life. See you've already met Hans and Stan.'

I
started to move away from the hand that was now working its way slowly up to
the hem of my thin shorts but the hand reached round to the inside of my thigh
and pulled me back. `John's known us both long enough to accept my little idiosyncrasies,
haven't you?' glancing up at him, `Are you two staying for the private party
tonight then?'

John
explained we couldn't as both of us had early lectures in the morning and that
I'd not been registered anyway being a first year and he didn't know if I was
up to it anyway.

`Up for
what?' I asked to be told every Sunday the pub closed at eleven to be followed
by a private party that took place in the back rooms and could get a bit wild.

`Especially
in the toilets,' was Hans cryptic addition to the explanation. Now that did
get my attention but no further details were forthcoming right then as the
conversation moved on to people they all knew and general chit chat while the
hand continued its exploration of my thigh, moving inside the shorts to fondler
my left hand arse cheek, then finally for a finger to make its way round to the
crack and push thoughtfully at its centre.

The
effect on my groin area from his actions, not to mention the knowledge it was
going on in a room full of people, at least three of whom knew exactly what was
happening was becoming more and more difficult to hide, not to mention also
somewhat uncomfortable and not wanting to appear rude I mentioned the fact to
Hans with an apologetic tone in my voice. I actually quite like what he'd been
doing, especially the fact it was in a room full of people, some of whom knew
something was going on and I told him that as well.

`So you
do like to be watched then!'

`I do
now,' I told them, `It's a situation that's never come before today.' That's
true, it hadn't. After all I'd only imagined having sex with another man prior
to this afternoon even if my experiments and imagination had covered nearly all
the ideas I'd come across in my magazines.

The
next hour passed easily after I finally sat down before I got too worked up and
we chatted and drank and somehow my life story poured out, well most of it at
any rate. How I'd never dared try anything on whilst at school even though
being aware of a few invites and that the only way I'd been able to get
satisfaction was up on the fells on my own where I could see for miles whilst
hidden among some rocks on the edge of an escarpment. There I'd strip off my
running gear and pleasure myself slowly, only snow really keeping me away.
They couldn't understand how I could have enjoyed myself when it rained or was
cold and I just told them that was how it was. For the last ten years or so
I'd cycled eight miles across the moors to school or when I returned to town at
night for swim or Jujitsu practice and ran nearly every other night so it
didn't seem strange to me. It did I'd realised since coming to London, explain
why my body appeared much leaner and my responses quicker than most of those
around me.

Somehow
the time just flew by and before I knew it the four of us were back in John's
room waiting for the kettle to boil for coffee. I still don't know quite how
that happened, I'd talked myself out, emptied my bladder on the way in and was
happy to sit on the edge of his bed, even made no protest when he pulled my T
off, removed my shoes and pushed me back on the bed.

`Let's
see if you can remember your lessons from this afternoon,' he grinned whilst dropping
his own clothes on the floor and climbing on the bed to straddle my chest, his
hard black cock pointing invitingly at my face.

I knew
Stan and Hans were somewhere in the room watching but that only excited me
more. `Are you going to make me?'

For
answer his fingers dug into my nipples causing me to gasp and writhe but I
didn't pull away. `Like this?'

`I'm
not that easy,' was my unexpected response, well unexpected to me at any rate.

His
reaction was to grab my hair tightly with one hand slap and backhand me with
the other with enough force to make my head ring so I opened my mouth to say
something or other and he slid forward to shove his cock straight through the
open hole. I could feel his hot blood throbbing back and forth to keep it
engorged on my lips that had closed automatically round its girth and against
the muscles at the back of my throat. His thighs had clamped either side of my
head and he still was pulling on my hair to move obtain some movement of his
cock in and out. I was aware when my shorts were removed followed by my jock
as my legs were folded back on themselves and my body was raised to allow a
cushion or pillow to slide in under my lower back.

`Are
you OK,' John asked me, pulling back just sufficiently to allow for my answer.

`Yes.
Am I going to get fucked tonight then?'

`Not
tonight, I've got that planned out for a couple of weeks if you agree. Looks
like the others are going to do a bit more with you than just watch though.'

`Will I
get hurt a bit?' I asked, half in hope, half in trepidation.

`Not
unless you want us to,' what a weak reply. I was getting to know how his mind
worked, could guess some of what he might have planned and he knew for sure by
now after our first sexual encounter not to mention conversations that some
form of discomfort or maybe more was one of the things that turned me on.

`Of
course, and it's what you want to do anyway isn't it?' He turned and told one
of the others to look in the top drawer then back to stare down at my trapped
face, his dark skin glistening, mouth slightly open, teeth brilliant against
his red lips and I wanted to kiss him, get swallowed up, for him to do whatever
he wanted with me. I was so turned on by my situation, a boy whose heaviest
experience prior to this weekend had been laying on muddy ground in the rain up
behind my rock with the bottom half of a broomstick inside my hole and my cock
pissing itself over my chest and stomach. How much more could I get into with
willing partners?

As he
pulled my head back up by its hair to sink that lovely salty black cock back
into my willing mouth his other hand reached behind to play with my nipples but
strange things were going on down at my hidden groin. I could feel a pair of
hands on my cock and balls, pulling and squeezing and mauling them around but
the strange one I couldn't work out was a warm wet something licking at my hole
and then it hit me, licking, somebody had their tongue poking around down there
and the thought moved me up a notch. I tried to open my legs wider to allow
better access and was rewarded by feeling the tongue pushing at my sphincter.
The feeling and thought of what was happening was fantastic and I tried to lick
and suck at the cock sliding in and out of my mouth in repayment.

Then it
stopped, only to be replaced by what I could feel was one, then two fingers.
These didn't just play around on the lips but quickly forced themselves through
to bend and twist inside me. That was somebody else's fingers inside me,
pushing and pulling and twisting, hurting a little bit, just as they should. I
was on the edge of ecstasy. I wanted more, more of everything, more of
something at least.

`Hans
wants to shoot,' John told me. `Where would you like him to cum?'

`On
your cock and my face?' I managed to mumble when he pulled away to allow my
mouth a rest. It didn't take me a second to decide. I wanted it where I could
see and feel it and the thought of John fucking my face with another man's cum
would be a bonus.

I felt
the bed move and opening my eyes a fraction saw a pair of hairy legs kneel
either side of my head to replace Johns as he pulled back and a pair of heavy
balls land on my forehead attached to a pulsating red and blue cock being
rapidly manhandled over my nose and mouth. Looking down as far as possible I
could just see Johns a couple of inches away waiting to be covered. I was
ready to try and up the stakes

`Do you
think I've been naughty encouraging you all to use me?' I asked to room as a
whole to receive three sounds of agreement. `Then don't you think I should be
punished, naughty boys should be beaten shouldn't they?' Had I gone too far?
They weren't to know that I had an old leather belt up in my rocks that I had
used regularly on both sides of my upper body.

I got
my answer when the fingers up my hole were removed and used with the rest of
his hand to slap at my buttocks, lightly at first, then gradually harder when I
made no major objection apart from the odd moan. Actually I was now so far
into the scene I wished for more, I wanted them to make me cry, to use and
abuse my body, see how much it could take.

It
obviously worked for Hans as well as he speeded up and with a couple of grunts
started shooting over my face, dropping in my open mouth and, just before
closing my eyes I saw, covering Johns stiff cock which was almost immediately
shoved back in my mouth and, as Hans pulled back, I discovered his hands
pulling my hair out again as he used my mouth to wank himself off.

It was
the first time I noticed the different tastes and texture, Hans had been
somehow more liquid and slightly spicy but John, who came almost at once filled
my throat and mouth with a thick sweet gooey mix not unlike my own but somehow
with a smoked flavour like his body. He fucked and filled my mouth then pulled
back as I was gasping for breath and emptied off over my face, finishing by
squeezing his cock out into his hand and wiping down over my chest.

I felt
exhausted and everybody was breathing heavily. My arse felt sore and I grimaced
as my legs were pulled down to lay flat on the bed. Stan was kneeling back
between my legs and rapidly brought himself to a climax spurting lovely hot
steaming cum over my cock, stomach and chest. I enjoyed looking down the
length of my sore cum splattered body and my painfully erect cock and wanted it
to go on and on.

`Was
that too much?' John asked. `'Do you want to shoot now?'

`Oh
No! I just wish there could be more.' There were quite a few things I could
think off to file under the heading of more but didn't think this was the time
to bring them up. I had no idea how far John would go and was aware some of my inclinations
had a small following in the gay scene. I'd been luckier than ever expected so
far and didn't want to spoil things.

Meanwhile
my cock was really aching and I didn't want to finish off myself. I reached
behind my head and clasped my hands round one of the bars of John's headboard
and stretched down, opening my legs wider.

`'Yes!
Please bring me off with your hands but do it hard.'

He spat
on my cock and knelt beside the bed to grasp my balls in one hand and my cock
in the other.

I'd
entered that heightened state where my mouth would speak before my brain caught
up just because my gonads were overflowing and would have allowed almost
anything to be done if it would allow me release.

He took
me at my word and after some more spit his hand was sliding up and down the length
of my rod, right to the tip and back to slam against my groin, my balls
slamming back and forth against his hand and back down between my legs.

`Oh
hell I'd love to piss on you right now,' I couldn't tell if that was Stan or Hans
and didn't much care.

Obviously
John's bed wasn't a good place to be pissed over but a black mouth closed over
mine and a tongue found its way through my lips to become entwined with mine
and fingers returned to my tender nipples. Someone else had taken over the
attack on my cock and balls and was doing a damn good job of it. My balls
would be bruised for a couple of days at least and I didn't care. I just
wanted the pain.

I could
feel myself building to a climax and tried to hold it back, to prolong the agony
and ecstasy. Maybe I had found some likeminded men to play with but would they
go where I wanted.

I
managed to pull my head away and gasp out as I caught my breath, `Use your belt
on my body. Please, please really hurt me. I'm almost there.'

John
pulled back. Had I gone too far? No. He was pulling a leather belt from some
jeans lying on a chair.

`Are
you sure about this?' I nodded and gripped the bed post harder. `How do I
stop you yelling?'

`Put
your hand over my mouth?'

He did
so and as I struggled to breathe and tensed my body his first stroke came down
across my chest, not held back much but even so. He removed his hand, `Enough?'

`More!
Harder!' I managed to gasp before his hand covered my mouth again and the first
of three rapid strokes fell, stomach again, chest, nipples. At that one I
screamed and rose off the bed and finally my poor abused balls gave up their
load and kept on giving and giving. Someone's mouth came down on my still half
erect and tender cock to finish draining it but I couldn't see who as Johns
mouth had found its way back and I pulled my hands away from his bedpost to clasp
them behind his neck.

[A reminder Ant-Boy
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